Man I remember my cousin and I were to ride to McDonald's on our bikes, my dad gives us money and asks us to bring him back something. On the way back, I hit a hole and take a massive spill while holding the bags. We walk our bikes another two blocks home, I'm bleeding and limping when we get to the house. I start telling my pops the story and he just stops me mid sentence, "yeah yeah yeah, but is MY burger okay?"
Reminds me of this time at a congregation picnic out at kensington park we was playing football.
I typically played RB/FB but for some reason I was in a pass play and was about to catch the ball when Bro Henry Carr (Olympic gold medalist) came flying from the sidelines outta nowhere and took the ball outta my hands and ran it back.